Hey all.
I've meant to write this for a week or so, but I never have time. _'
Black: excuses excuses.
So, to Porti and Kim, hopefully you guys don't end up my only readers again. V_V'
Disclaimer: We do not own Beyblade. We wish we doess yesssssss, preciousssssss... all for ussssssss...
*readers stare*
...
^__^'
White: *giggle*
Black: *rolls eyes*
Erm... here we go then...
~`~,*|*`~,~
Tala sat in boredom, staring at the head in front of him. Silver-purple hair hung down the girl's shoulders, worn plain. It reminded him vaguely of Bryan, but there the similarity ended. She didn't exude the violent angry aura that Bryan had, she seemed more shy and indrawn.
She seemed to be decently smart, but when the teacher gave them time to work on a math assignment with partners she stayed alone, verifying his assessment of her. None of the other people in this class were very interesting. They were all idiot clones, boring noexistant people who really didn't think about life.
He stayed alone as well. He had managed to get rid of all yuppys, suck-ups and rats after the first couple of days and none else seemed inclined to try and make friends with him.
He was still living in the hotel room and the increasing bill was making him nurvious. As much as he would like to trust the old director of the BBA, he still found it hard to trust anyone. Would he be held resposeable for the lengthening tab? He shivered to think what would happen to him if Boris had been paying.
A student stuck their head in the door and said something to the teacher. Tala watched the minor interruption into the boring rutine with interest. However, when the teacher called his name and one other, he found it drew much too much attention to himself.
He pushed himself out of his chair and watched as the girl in front of him did as well. She got up in front of him, blocking his way and he waited patiently as she moved. They headed up to the front of the class and the teacher.
"The principal has asked for you two to go to his office. There is someone there to see you."
Tala nodded and the girl looked at him, a fine blush catching her cheeks. Of course he had heard the muttering and, from the more obvious ones, whistles in the hallways after classes. Apparently girls found him attractive.
The soft brown eyes of the girl fell from him to the floor and she headed out the door into the hall. Tala followed, knowing the way from his first day, but stayed behind her anyways.
She had felt his shocking blue eyes boring into her back all last class and now felt them again. They were really beautiful. But, as some girls liked to remind her, she was much too shy to have a conversation with him, never mind ask him out.
The secretary nodded them through and they reached the hard oaken door of the principal's office and the girl hesitated a second before knocking.
"Come in!"
A strikingly familiar voice cheerfully granted them entrance and Tala grimiced. He hated "talks" with Mr. D. The elderly man always expected him to break down into tears and confess everything that had happened to him. Yeah right. That's for me to know and you to guess.
Silver-hair opened the door and stepped inside, holding the door for him shyly. He flashed her a grin and she blushed again, unable to hold his gaze. Tala got a strange satisfaction from this reaction. He liked being the one in charge.
"So, Tala, how's your school coming?" the old man seated in a chair behind the desk asked, a kindly smile lighting up his eyes twinkelingly.
"Fine, sir," Tala replied monotonously. This was getting old already...
Mr. Dickenson, being more perceptive that Tala had thought possible, clapped his hands brisuely and said, "Alright, down to business, then? Tala this is Grace, Grace this is Tala, your new border."
Tala looked at her in slight amusement and she seemed slightly terrified. Yes, he did like to intimidate, but not enough to actually make people fear him. "I will be staying with her then?"
"Yes. You can go down to the hotel after school and get your things and then I believe you can catch a bus to your house, Grace?"
"Yes, sir," she said meekly.
"Well then, I will see you both soon and have fun!"
The jolly man stood up and Tala, sensing a means of escape, turned and headed out the door, the other two following.
Well, this was something new...
~`~,*|*`~,~
Tala shrugged on his over-coat over his turtle-neck and pulled the collar up. The slow was blowing around heavily and it was a bit of a walk from the school to the hotel. He had agreed to meet what's-her-name here after school. Well, it was more like he ordered, she agreed.
She came around the corner as Tala slowly did up the last button on his coat. She was wearing a large hooded snow-coat that fell to her knees. She followed him outside and pulled up her hood over her head. Tala pushed the door open and ushered her out in front of him.
~`~,*|*`~,~
They were standing outside an old apartement building made of brick. Grace dug through her pockets for a few minutes as Tala fretted with his bag. She pulled out a small key and pushed it into the lock. It took a few tries for the lock (which was probably as old as the building) to give. They stepped inside and the door thumped shut, muffleing the sounds of the snow and wind.
"We have to go up the stairs. The elevator never works," Grace murmured and headed for a door.
Tala looked around and frowned. This place wasn't very nice, not that he was complaining. He just expected more of someone chosen by a head of the BBA.
Grace needed another key to get into her apartment on the third floor. She pushed it open with a sigh and stepped inside. It was freezing cold as if the heat had been off all day. Grace disappeared inside for a moment and Tala stood in the doorway, expecting some sort of welcome by a parent. None came.
"Um... you can take off your shoes and come in..." Grace's voice drifted over to Tala. He obayed, dropping them by the door and fallowed the voice to a bedroom.
Grace was hastely making her bed. A light blue quilt was thrown over a small white wooden bed. It looked too childish for a teenager. The walls were a light violet and the room was sparcely decorated with a desk and chair, a lamp, a beat up wardrobe and a few pictures.
"Um...I don't really know where you're going to sleep yet, but you can just leave your stuff in here."
She managed not to look at him the whole time he was standing there and she brushed past him out the door. Tala put his stuff by the end of the bed and fallowed. She was in the kitchen, putting a kettle on the stove.
"Do you want some tea? Or hot chocolate?" she asked nurviously.
"Tea is good, thank you." Tala said, taking a seat at the table.
They stayed silent until the kettle whistled and Grace started busily fixing their drinks. The smell of cinimon wafted through the air and Tala smiled.
When they were both seated and sipping their hot drinks out of mugs Tala said finally, "You live with your mother?"
"Yeah," Grace murmured, "my father dies a long time ago."
Tala didn't know what to say to that, so he just stayed silent. He had never met his parents sense he had joined the Abby at 6. He couldn't remember anything but blurry pictures. It depressed him some times, but usually he just figured that if they hadn't bothered to look for him since then he didn't care.
"My mother won't be home until late so I'm going to have to make supper."
"Alright."
Well, this was going to be interesting. Meet the mother. Staying with a girl. The only guy. New school. New work. Yes, very interesting.
~`~,*|*`~,~
Tuh duh! White: Very long for a very long wait.
I don't really like this as it's all very mediocre and explanations and blah. We'll get more intesting as I get into a groove and get an appropriate style for this. I seem to have hit a roadblock on most of my fics, but I'll get through eventually. Black: That means we don't know when the next chapter is going to be done. It could be tomorrow, it could be in a month.
So, happy happy!
White: clicky clicky!
I've meant to write this for a week or so, but I never have time. _'
Black: excuses excuses.
So, to Porti and Kim, hopefully you guys don't end up my only readers again. V_V'
Disclaimer: We do not own Beyblade. We wish we doess yesssssss, preciousssssss... all for ussssssss...
*readers stare*
...
^__^'
White: *giggle*
Black: *rolls eyes*
Erm... here we go then...
~`~,*|*`~,~
Tala sat in boredom, staring at the head in front of him. Silver-purple hair hung down the girl's shoulders, worn plain. It reminded him vaguely of Bryan, but there the similarity ended. She didn't exude the violent angry aura that Bryan had, she seemed more shy and indrawn.
She seemed to be decently smart, but when the teacher gave them time to work on a math assignment with partners she stayed alone, verifying his assessment of her. None of the other people in this class were very interesting. They were all idiot clones, boring noexistant people who really didn't think about life.
He stayed alone as well. He had managed to get rid of all yuppys, suck-ups and rats after the first couple of days and none else seemed inclined to try and make friends with him.
He was still living in the hotel room and the increasing bill was making him nurvious. As much as he would like to trust the old director of the BBA, he still found it hard to trust anyone. Would he be held resposeable for the lengthening tab? He shivered to think what would happen to him if Boris had been paying.
A student stuck their head in the door and said something to the teacher. Tala watched the minor interruption into the boring rutine with interest. However, when the teacher called his name and one other, he found it drew much too much attention to himself.
He pushed himself out of his chair and watched as the girl in front of him did as well. She got up in front of him, blocking his way and he waited patiently as she moved. They headed up to the front of the class and the teacher.
"The principal has asked for you two to go to his office. There is someone there to see you."
Tala nodded and the girl looked at him, a fine blush catching her cheeks. Of course he had heard the muttering and, from the more obvious ones, whistles in the hallways after classes. Apparently girls found him attractive.
The soft brown eyes of the girl fell from him to the floor and she headed out the door into the hall. Tala followed, knowing the way from his first day, but stayed behind her anyways.
She had felt his shocking blue eyes boring into her back all last class and now felt them again. They were really beautiful. But, as some girls liked to remind her, she was much too shy to have a conversation with him, never mind ask him out.
The secretary nodded them through and they reached the hard oaken door of the principal's office and the girl hesitated a second before knocking.
"Come in!"
A strikingly familiar voice cheerfully granted them entrance and Tala grimiced. He hated "talks" with Mr. D. The elderly man always expected him to break down into tears and confess everything that had happened to him. Yeah right. That's for me to know and you to guess.
Silver-hair opened the door and stepped inside, holding the door for him shyly. He flashed her a grin and she blushed again, unable to hold his gaze. Tala got a strange satisfaction from this reaction. He liked being the one in charge.
"So, Tala, how's your school coming?" the old man seated in a chair behind the desk asked, a kindly smile lighting up his eyes twinkelingly.
"Fine, sir," Tala replied monotonously. This was getting old already...
Mr. Dickenson, being more perceptive that Tala had thought possible, clapped his hands brisuely and said, "Alright, down to business, then? Tala this is Grace, Grace this is Tala, your new border."
Tala looked at her in slight amusement and she seemed slightly terrified. Yes, he did like to intimidate, but not enough to actually make people fear him. "I will be staying with her then?"
"Yes. You can go down to the hotel after school and get your things and then I believe you can catch a bus to your house, Grace?"
"Yes, sir," she said meekly.
"Well then, I will see you both soon and have fun!"
The jolly man stood up and Tala, sensing a means of escape, turned and headed out the door, the other two following.
Well, this was something new...
~`~,*|*`~,~
Tala shrugged on his over-coat over his turtle-neck and pulled the collar up. The slow was blowing around heavily and it was a bit of a walk from the school to the hotel. He had agreed to meet what's-her-name here after school. Well, it was more like he ordered, she agreed.
She came around the corner as Tala slowly did up the last button on his coat. She was wearing a large hooded snow-coat that fell to her knees. She followed him outside and pulled up her hood over her head. Tala pushed the door open and ushered her out in front of him.
~`~,*|*`~,~
They were standing outside an old apartement building made of brick. Grace dug through her pockets for a few minutes as Tala fretted with his bag. She pulled out a small key and pushed it into the lock. It took a few tries for the lock (which was probably as old as the building) to give. They stepped inside and the door thumped shut, muffleing the sounds of the snow and wind.
"We have to go up the stairs. The elevator never works," Grace murmured and headed for a door.
Tala looked around and frowned. This place wasn't very nice, not that he was complaining. He just expected more of someone chosen by a head of the BBA.
Grace needed another key to get into her apartment on the third floor. She pushed it open with a sigh and stepped inside. It was freezing cold as if the heat had been off all day. Grace disappeared inside for a moment and Tala stood in the doorway, expecting some sort of welcome by a parent. None came.
"Um... you can take off your shoes and come in..." Grace's voice drifted over to Tala. He obayed, dropping them by the door and fallowed the voice to a bedroom.
Grace was hastely making her bed. A light blue quilt was thrown over a small white wooden bed. It looked too childish for a teenager. The walls were a light violet and the room was sparcely decorated with a desk and chair, a lamp, a beat up wardrobe and a few pictures.
"Um...I don't really know where you're going to sleep yet, but you can just leave your stuff in here."
She managed not to look at him the whole time he was standing there and she brushed past him out the door. Tala put his stuff by the end of the bed and fallowed. She was in the kitchen, putting a kettle on the stove.
"Do you want some tea? Or hot chocolate?" she asked nurviously.
"Tea is good, thank you." Tala said, taking a seat at the table.
They stayed silent until the kettle whistled and Grace started busily fixing their drinks. The smell of cinimon wafted through the air and Tala smiled.
When they were both seated and sipping their hot drinks out of mugs Tala said finally, "You live with your mother?"
"Yeah," Grace murmured, "my father dies a long time ago."
Tala didn't know what to say to that, so he just stayed silent. He had never met his parents sense he had joined the Abby at 6. He couldn't remember anything but blurry pictures. It depressed him some times, but usually he just figured that if they hadn't bothered to look for him since then he didn't care.
"My mother won't be home until late so I'm going to have to make supper."
"Alright."
Well, this was going to be interesting. Meet the mother. Staying with a girl. The only guy. New school. New work. Yes, very interesting.
~`~,*|*`~,~
Tuh duh! White: Very long for a very long wait.
I don't really like this as it's all very mediocre and explanations and blah. We'll get more intesting as I get into a groove and get an appropriate style for this. I seem to have hit a roadblock on most of my fics, but I'll get through eventually. Black: That means we don't know when the next chapter is going to be done. It could be tomorrow, it could be in a month.
So, happy happy!
White: clicky clicky!